Gun Smoke

Oh, for real? Sure, I could dig that
Oh, you wanna hear that?
What it G? Nigga, I am where it’s cookin' at
Nigga, ain’t no lookin' back
Nigga, whatchu lookin' at?
Lost it in the dice game, took it back
Look at that nigga with the black
Me and back on
I’m the rapper so I got to get my rap on
He’s the producer with the bass
Now clap on, snap on my
Shooter shawty, hit it (Ooh)
Lit it slow, really though, from the city through
Where they kill for a penny
send 'em back to the hideaway
I’m tryna find a ride away
Grew up on the darker side, pray for a brighter day
Fuck the alphabet, P-D and the C to the I, the A
Every nigga grab a K, aim it in the same way
Until they fuckin' go away
Bang it 'til they blow away
Tryna do a show a day
Raised my level, lower my car
And shoot at these motherfuckin' fake rapstars (Nope)
I’d rather not, too much time to be taken
Ain’t no fakin' when you cakin' in bacon
And makin' moves like a CEO
Tellin' only a ho
Threw up the set and seek a friend, a foe
'Cause I ain’t got nothin' for 'em but some info
Small bag of indo, a pot to piss in
And a one room flat so he can throw it out the window
Yup,, this my intro (Haha)
Doggy, where you hangin' at?
Homie, can you bring it back?
We need some money and some things and a starter pack
A few tickets and we’ll kick it back to you Loc'
No thang or friendly game or some gun smoke